Asti qualified for BFK because he was small, white, and fluffy. His gene pool qualified him as a maltese mix. Asti’s story with us is a happy one: though the ending is not.
BFK disclosed to us, as adoptive parents, that Asti (aka Benson) had a compressed disc, which made for an interesting gait. Asti’s spirit enabled him to cover .8miles or more for his break-of-day walk; another .5 miles at sunset; and some short distance adventures in-between. He conquered stairs which were as high as his legs were long; and when his body set limits on him, his cuteness encouraged carries and lifts.
Asti made friends with Mickey, our territorial black cat, and was forever trying to get Kalua, our princess kitty, to play with toys. She never agreed and he never stopped trying with an enthusiastic tail wagging.
When Asti wanted more human attention, he had the most engaging way of placing his paw on your lap and looking up with those sweet eyes. Who could resist?
Barry, Asti’s Dad, has been undergoing extended treatment for cancer. Asti was a constant companion and morale booster. It’s ironic that the day Barry received the first hint of good news regarding his cancer treatment is the same day that Asti displayed the first symptoms of the myasthenia gravis that would claim his life a short five days later.
To say we miss our little guy is an understatement. We could not have asked for a cuter,more engaging family member. Thank you BFK.
P.S. I think this portrait of Asti shows his sweet disposition and his concern for his little world.
When we first took Izzy from the shelter, he had what we call a ‘head tilt’ - something the vets thought might have been caused by an inner ear problem. We took him to our special vet and started by addressing the inner ear problem. When that didn’t resolve the issue, we ran a number of tests, did blood work, then more involved tests – and discovered that Izzy had a liver shunt.
There are three kinds of liver shunts and the type that Izzy had was not one that could be operated on. We began working with homeopathic remedies and nutrition to try and support his liver -- and manage the fact that the toxins were not being properly removed from his system.
Today, March 18th, Izzy went to the Rainbow Bridge -- with many tears and much love carrying him there.
Farewell, little fellow… we know you fought the great fight and are now running, gliding, playing and being a healthy little boy once again.
Roxie had been a puppy-mill product, born in the midwest, shipped from one state to another and then to one pet shop in southern California and then to another where she was purchased by my acquaintance and kept for one month in a very restrictive environment. She was a little dog who had a tough start in life, but she came to us full of energy and playfulness, just loving her new life and home to include her new sister, a six-month-old cocker-lhaso named Chiquita.
Life with Roxie was filled with love and joy. She and her sister learned numerous tricks including rolling over, sitting up, dancing, and jumping through a hoop. She loved to perform! Her little eyes would twinkle and her face was filled with smiles. She also loved walks, prancing along in typical bichon fashion, and when the opportunity presented itself, a romp in the grass was just delightful!!
Roxie was a great little traveler, spending a good deal of time onboard our motoryacht as well as in-cabin air flights, car trips, and hotel stays. She was always a good little girl and never was cross or snappy although she avoided children and "pushy" dogs if at all possible. She loved people and hardly ever met a stranger. Games of "fetch" with her sister were lots of fun! She did share the bichon traits of a bit of stubbornness as well as a relentless begging effort. Perhaps those traits helped in the preservation of the breed over so very many years!! Roxie gave us many good laughs as she entertained us with the "bichon buzz. What excitement!!
Roxie started to have a few health problems as she entered her later years, especially with bladder infections and then arthritis. After the loss of her sister in August at the age of sixteen, Roxie began to fail even more. As she turned 16 on March 23, she was really beginning to slow down. In February we had adopted Timmy through Bichon Fur Kids in an effort to provide her with a companion, and Roxie seemed to enjoy her new brother. Within a couple of months, however, her back legs began to fail as well as her appetite and energy. With great sorrow we told our beautiful little girl good-bye on Wednesday, June 6. We miss her so very much, expecting to see her in her favorite napping places, but it is a bit of comfort to know she no longer suffers. We feel blessed to have had her for sixteen years and hope to see her again someday at the "Rainbow Bridge".
- Kate, Leon and Timmy